I was standing on the balcony when
Frank drove up. I'd beaten him to the motel by fifteen minutes and already
had the bed turned back and the drapes closed.

"Come on up," I called to him as
he got out of his car. "I'll meet you at the outside door." It took a key
card to get in and I had the only one.

Ninety seconds later we were back
in the room and clothes were flying. One thing about Frank and me getting
together is that we don't waste time. Three minutes and we were naked and
on the bed.

"Yeah," he moaned as our bodies pressed
together and our tongues explored. I was sucking his while mine was doing
a close inspection of his dental work.

We were good friends but when we
got together it was about sex, not romance. There was no buildup and not
a lot of foreplay. I don't mean we didn't care for each other because we
did. I knew he was someone I could depend on and he knew the same about
me. But we both had other commitments and we knew the rules. When we got
together it was for one reason only and that reason was one hot fuck. There
might be a little conversation, maybe a meal together, but all that had
to wait until the real business was dealt with, and the business of the
day was sex, hot, urgent, man to man sex.

There's another thing you need to
know about Frank. He has an amazing cock. It's big, really big. I have
seen bigger but Frank's is right up there in the top ten. His cock is thick
and long, but more important than its size is the man behind it. Frank
is to dick driving what Ward Burton was to the Dayton 500. If there's a
hole, he can slide into it and you can be damn sure he'll fill it to capacity.

You don't give a go to a top NASCAR
racer unless you intend to race and you don't get Frank going unless you
intend to fuck.

We messed around a little, our naked
bodies pressing together while our tongues wrestled and our cocks drooled.
We rolled around a lot, him on me, me on him, loving the weight of one
on the other, loving the growing assurance of what was just round the next
wrinkle in an increasingly rumpled bed.

We were both panting, out of breath,
when he rolled me over on my back and snapped, "feet in the air."

I locked my ankles over his shoulders
and he moved into place.

Yeah, I knew the drill and I loved
it.

The lube was cold on my ass but it
warmed up quickly as Frank pressed a finger into me and began to twist.

"Like that?"

"Yeah," I moaned, wanting more.

One finger pulled out and was quickly
replaced by two. The same routine again, twisting, stretching, me moaning
like a bitch.

Then two fingers became three and
in no time I was begging for cock.

"Come on, man, fuck me," I whimpered.

"Yeah, you're ready. You sure you
want it?"

"Stop kidding around and fuck!"

He did, getting up nice and close,
pressing the big head of his tool against my pulsing ass, and slowly, oh,
so slowly, sliding in.

Once in position, he stayed very
still. He knew it took me about two minutes to come to terms with having
his monster in my ass.

When I nodded, he nodded back. Without
a word, he pulled back, almost out, then drove into me again.

"Yeah, fuck my ass!" I begged.

He pulled back and drove in again.
I moaned and began to jack my own cock.

Lying on my back, my ankles locked
around his rear, I was pulling as he was thrusting into me. I wanted all
he had and he was very happy to deliver.

"Yeah," Frank moaned, "you love it
when I drive the bone home."

"Fuck yes!"

"Okay, bitch, see if you can take
this."

He pulled back again and the true
assault began. His cock was driving into me like a pile driver, again and
again, pounding my prostate, ravaging my ass, sending me onto some other
plane of existence.

My god, I thought, if there's anybody
in the next room they'll think we're a couple of sex starved animals in
here. Then, of course, I realized that was exactly what we were. The world
apart from that room, that bed, that locking of bodies in searing man to
man sex, was gone.

The two of us and the merging of
our bodies was everything there was. For those few moments at least the
world disappeared and the sheer brute force of our joining was the sum-total
of existence.

The room was filled with the rank,
musky odor of man to man sex, the stench of sweat and ass. I would have
wondered what the chamber maid might make of it when she came in after
we'd gone, but my brain was not exactly worrying about chamber maids at
that moment.

Frank's magnificent cock was reaming
my ass and all I wanted was more.

"Oh, shit," he groaned and I knew
he was getting close.

We had this thing about making it
last. It always sounded like a great idea, but when the fucking started,
the notion of such subtleties was completely forgotten in the building
tidal wave of our lust.

I felt my own balls boiling and Frank's
cock was getting even thicker in my ass.

"Yeah, oh yeah," I moaned as my climax
hit. My ass was so packed with Frank's cock that for a moment the passages
were pinched, not allowing my cum to escape. My ass contracted again and
again and that was all it took for Frank to shoot his load deep into by
gut.

It was only when he slumped forward
onto me and his big tool slipped out of my ass that my own load finally
escaped my cock and jolted out onto my belly to be pressed between us."Fucking amazing," I moaned.